HotHead
New member
First off: Nice to meet all of you. Writing rhyms and listening to Hip-Hop is a way for me to vent my frustrations. HH is one of them so it's only logical that I wrote my heart out. I hope some people can relate, if not, that's OK. These are MY feelings and experiences, please don't be offended by them.
Here it is (On "Dreams - The Game"):
Not a day goes by without the thought
of how to deal with this [...] disease I got
Talkin' from childhood time man
I'm different than you lot
Brought up being told I'm the same
while I knew I was not
Harsh realising through the young years
I had to swallow my tears and accept it
only to discover to this day still I haven't
Like that October eleventh, me and Kevin,
laughin', makin' fun of our teacher who was havin'
the same problems I was brought down with from heaven
That's seven years ago, still sorry for that shit
still sorry I haven't changed a bit
still cuttin socks in half,
put em under my armpits
It makes a tight fit,
and prevents me from lookin' an idiot
'cause society won't accept it
Kid don't be stupid, you don't want this,
you can't respect it let alone handle it
Sittin in the classroom every day [shit],
I pray, hopin' I will be OK
you can feel it on your back them attacks
comin' up homie there's like no way
you can sit through that without anyone say:
"Hey, why you sweating so much? - it's ain't that hot Today."
These people ignorant,
that's why insurance stopped covering the treatment
And treatment ain't cheap friend,
a couple of thou's and your cred's dead
F**k that I ain't paying that the cure ain't even permanent
But wait I haven't started yet,
did I tell you about side effects some people get?
Other places dripping with sweat
maybe not your face and your head
but something else 'll be soaking wet
It's like that, accept it and move on
even if you're cured, what's left is less right than wrong
At least with me, it affected my sanity [boy believe me]
they told me the fuel is insecurity, but it ain't
that's the result of nerval deficiency
AKA the reason for this whole motherf***** disease
As the years passed I've changed me mentally
I'm nervy, socially unsteady,
got my hands shaking like Marty in Back To The Future III
My only consolation,
is I'm not the only one in this situation
I'm not the only one facin',
the every day struggle,
tryin' to bungle on to society's high standard Jungle
And for all those who ain't feelin' me,
you don't have to, feel free to disagree
These are just my two cents,
I can't change who I be for someone else, you see?
[Motherf***** that's me, that's me, that's me... ]
Coming out with this publically is new to me and I think it's a good step, I'm 19, from Holland.
Here it is (On "Dreams - The Game"):
Not a day goes by without the thought
of how to deal with this [...] disease I got
Talkin' from childhood time man
I'm different than you lot
Brought up being told I'm the same
while I knew I was not
Harsh realising through the young years
I had to swallow my tears and accept it
only to discover to this day still I haven't
Like that October eleventh, me and Kevin,
laughin', makin' fun of our teacher who was havin'
the same problems I was brought down with from heaven
That's seven years ago, still sorry for that shit
still sorry I haven't changed a bit
still cuttin socks in half,
put em under my armpits
It makes a tight fit,
and prevents me from lookin' an idiot
'cause society won't accept it
Kid don't be stupid, you don't want this,
you can't respect it let alone handle it
Sittin in the classroom every day [shit],
I pray, hopin' I will be OK
you can feel it on your back them attacks
comin' up homie there's like no way
you can sit through that without anyone say:
"Hey, why you sweating so much? - it's ain't that hot Today."
These people ignorant,
that's why insurance stopped covering the treatment
And treatment ain't cheap friend,
a couple of thou's and your cred's dead
F**k that I ain't paying that the cure ain't even permanent
But wait I haven't started yet,
did I tell you about side effects some people get?
Other places dripping with sweat
maybe not your face and your head
but something else 'll be soaking wet
It's like that, accept it and move on
even if you're cured, what's left is less right than wrong
At least with me, it affected my sanity [boy believe me]
they told me the fuel is insecurity, but it ain't
that's the result of nerval deficiency
AKA the reason for this whole motherf***** disease
As the years passed I've changed me mentally
I'm nervy, socially unsteady,
got my hands shaking like Marty in Back To The Future III
My only consolation,
is I'm not the only one in this situation
I'm not the only one facin',
the every day struggle,
tryin' to bungle on to society's high standard Jungle
And for all those who ain't feelin' me,
you don't have to, feel free to disagree
These are just my two cents,
I can't change who I be for someone else, you see?
[Motherf***** that's me, that's me, that's me... ]
Coming out with this publically is new to me and I think it's a good step, I'm 19, from Holland.